Zombies

So I had this dream where the zombie apocalypse had begun. I was trapped in a place that looked kind of like a sewer but it was also akin to that of the pipe system a larger building might have. Nothing but corridors of stone and concrete with pipes going every which way. I was down there with two other people. One of the people as well as I were pretty average sized but the other guy we were with was quite built. We were exploring trying to find a way out until the skinny guy got caught in something. His arm was caught in some kind of weird machine.

We tried to get his arm out, but it looked like the only way he was going to get out was if he cut his arm (for whatever reason, I forgot why. Maybe using blood as lubricant? I don't know). As soon as his arm was slice however, the shuffling feet of the undead hoard was heard, and I bolted outta there. It was a cowardly move, but I wanted to live. I ran around and every now and again I would meet a crowd of the shambling decay and turn around.

I finally came into a room that lead to the surface and there were two other survivors. They were relieved I was not a zombie and we tried to come up with a solution on how to get out. There were three doors, a second level, a first level floor and a floor that was more like a split level, each door having zombies outside pounding-dying to get inside. A few more survivors showed up; right behind me, including the two guys I had abandoned. They weren't the happiest, but they understood. We finally decided we were going to have to try the door with the least amount of zombies.

We kicked down the door and apparently picked the right one. There were people outside acting as a rescue squad coming to pick up, presumably, us. One of them handed me a gun and we bolted across a field. I hadn't noticed that my best friend was also there, gunning down the undead as well as he could. Our main target was a barricaded parking garage and the path was mostly clear.

While we ran, my friend and I, we ended up getting ambushed by zombie-tykes. They jumped out of a tree and landed on my friend. He got bit once, but that's all it took. I was lucky enough to avoid being bitten, but it was close. One of them my arm in its jaws but I pressed down enough to snap its jaw clean off. Then I shot it in the face. It was odd in hindsight to shoot zombified children in the face, but at that point, it was all about survival.

We finally made it to the parking garage and saw all the weary and wounded. People with broken arms, crying over lost ones, the hungry just now finally able to get a meal...It was like a war movie. We were graciously welcomed in until they noticed my friend was bitten. They ordered him out, but I persuaded them into letting him stay so long as I took care of him.

We walked around, met a few new people, but finally we walked into the room where I guess the infected go to be killed. He was sweating and nervous, I could tell even in my dream. He didn't wanna die, but he was thankful I was the one who was going to be doing it. I gave him a bro hug and bid him farewell, and as the last bit of light faded from his eyes, I pulled the trigger. Only to find out I had run out of bullets.

That's when his eyes snapped open and he tried to eat me. My friend is a really big guy, so when he jumped on me, I was pinned down to the ground. His jaws snapped at my face and all I could do was hold his head away from me. I screamed for help, but nobody came. Finally, I gained my senses and reached up and broke his neck. His body stilled, I rolled it over, and of course, that's when help arrives.

After talking it out with some of the main organizers, I decide that I must go. Late in the dream I remember that my friend, the one who is actually from the last post, is someone I made a promise to see. No matter how hopeless it was or how dangerous it could be, I decided I was going to keep my word and started trekking off.

I hiked out using suburbs as my main path. While urban areas were obviously out of the question due to high population, if I chose the rural side, there'd be nothing to scavenge. Taking the suburbs had a low enough population at that point to be able to scavenge canned goods but there should be a low enough population as the hoards moved on to not be too much of a danger.

As I walked down the street, I admired how sunny it was and how serene the neighborhood looked. I encountered a zombie, but before I could even draw my weapon, it was shot down. I looked around, and a girl wearing a Lara Croft outfit (I've only played one of the games so I have no idea why that outfit of all things) was wielding a sniper rifle and gunned it down from afar.

We talked about the various things we've had to do and what we've done to kill things. She had a lot more experience than me talking about how she knows all the best hiding spots and how she's come close to death. In an almost RPG like fashion, she joined my party claiming it was getting boring having nearly wiped out all the undead in the area and it was time for her to move on.

Then I woke up due to my sister. I looked at the clock and noticed I would've slept for another two hours had she not woken me up, it sucks not having a room sometimes. I wondered where that dream would've gone and if I would've found Gen at the end of it. I guess I won't know.